I’m laying here naked
Enrobed in only my pain
Wishing that for a moment
I could feel a little sane
My life was stolen from me
When I was just a little child
Never any help or closure
So I live broken and wild
My whole life I have lived
Haunted by ghosts of the past
Hoping every time I close my eyes
That today would be my last
Yet the sun in the morning will rise
And again I will open my eyes
I will face another day of waking
And I smile so you can’t see me breaking
About the Creator
Heather Donald
I believe in love & kindness, that we should embrace joy, sing, dance & be silly! I am a survivor, damaged but not broken. I have a lot of love to give, free of judgment and given freely because I believe love can heal the world. 💕
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"The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own." I saw the scrap of paper at the top of the desk drawer. I squinted at the crabbed writing, so like mine, but definitely not my hand. My aunt and I were very similar in a lot of ways, and our lefty scrawls were near the top of the list. I sighed as I put it in the box with all the other papers. This box would go in the van with the others, to go through when the loss wasn't so raw.
By Meredith Harmona day ago in Fiction
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